An actress without talent, forty years old, ate a partridge for dinner, and I felt sorry for the partridge, for it occurred to me that in its life it had been more talented, more sensible, and more honest than the actress.
Anton ChekhovA man can deceive his fiancee or his mistress as much as he likes and, in the eyes of a woman he loves, an ass may pass for a philosopher. But a daughter is a different matter.
Anton ChekhovHere I am with you & yet not for a single moment do I forget that there's an unfinished novel waiting for me.
Anton ChekhovA writer should not so much write as embroider on paper; the work should be painstaking, laborious.
Anton Chekhov